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Blossoms in the Wind

by Thomas K. Hunt

Blown away like others
and others yet to come
Carried south by a northern wind
is a son of a St. Lawrence son

Separated by necessity
Forced to choose another way
Dreaming of the setting sun
Reflecting prisms across the bay

The river lives forever
A perpetual flow of fresh and clean
and like his father before him
he knows what the river means

The innocents of childhood
The wisdom of the old
The beauty in a summer night
The winters long and cold

The simplicity of friendship
effortlessly taken in
Hearts joined together
from beginning to the end

Buried in the fertile ground
and separated by the known
are family members all laid down
under rows of faded stones

Each their own Gardner
sowed their seeds to reap more
blossoms carried with the wind
from roots by the St. Lawrence shore

08/04/2004

Posted on 08/05/2004
Copyright © 2020 Thomas K. Hunt

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charles E Minshall on 08/06/04 at 03:26 AM

Good poem Tom....Charlie

Posted by Max Bouillet on 08/08/04 at 06:18 AM

This is very good. My only fault is that it is too short. I feel as though this could be expounded upon and made into a strong mini-epic. The images are strong and it has a strong family feel to it --a strong sense of ancestry. Great read.

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